"Mark!" Jack shouted angrily. He cleaned up the spilt coffee and wiped away the remains of the scalding liquid. "Mark!"

His American lover didn't answer, which only enraged him further. He stood up abruptly, knocking the dining chair over in the process. He took one last glance at the glowing screen before storming off into their room. He slammed the door open, jolting the other awake. Mark's hair was messy and his shirt was wrinkled up.

"Hm…? Jack? What is it?" he glanced at the clock, "It's four a.m., Jack."

"I-I know. Mark, we…" he paused, tears stinging his eyes, "We need to talk."

Before Mark could say anything in the matter, Jack grabbed his arm with a tight grasp and dragged him to the dining room.

"What is this?" he pointed towards the screen. Mark stared at it for a few moments. It was his most recent Q&A.

"J-Jack, I-"

"I thought… I thought you loved me enough to tell them…" Jack said softly. The pain in his voice broke Mark's heart.

"Jack, I do love you."

Jack didn't say a word. He left the room with loud footsteps. Mark expected him to come back with bags in his hands, but instead of bags- he held a camera. Jack setup the camera and turned it on.

"I-Is this live?" Mark asked.

"Yes."

Jack moved to the spot next to him.

"Top of the mornin' to ya, laddies, my name is Jacksepticeye," he began in a lower voice than normal, "And, to the right of me is Markiplier. As some of you have seen, in his recent Q&A, he had answered a question on Septiplier."

Mark awkwardly looked between the camera and Jack.

"I've seen the comments blowing up on his answer saying, "Why?!" or "I still ship it." Well, he had lied. We are together and I love him," Jack said, promptly taking his partner's hand. Mark gave him an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry for lying. I love you, too," he said, placing a small kiss on his lips. Jack giggled and they looked back at the camera.

"Hope that cleared something up for all of you. We'll see you guys in the next video! Don't forget to punch that like button," they threw up their fists, "like a boss!"

They ended the livestream. Mark picked his Jackaboy up and headed back to bed.

A/N: Yo! Rewrote this just because I was bored. I also want to make this a Drabbles or One-Shots book for Septiplier. What do you guys think? Leave a review!